The house had gone full graveyard-quiet hours ago. Parents asleep by ten-thirty, like clockwork, the faint click of the hallway light switching off her nightly starting gun. Now it was, she squinted at the corner of her monitor, 1:47 AM, and Vivi was exactly where she belonged: hunched in her gaming chair, knees pulled up to her chest, greige tank slipping off one shoulder, a half-drunk Red Bull sweating a ring into a manga volume she really should've moved by now.

The only light in the room came from the monitors and the soft pink glow of her figurine shelf LEDs. Her Nendoroids stared at her, unjudging. Bless them.

She'd been flipping through the same four tabs for an hour. Twitter (doomscrolled). Discord (quiet, her main server had gone dead after midnight). Nhentai (already seen it, already seen it, already seen that one twice actually). A YouTube video playing in the background she wasn't watching; some lore breakdown she'd clicked on six minutes in and forgotten about.

I'm bored. I'm so boooored. Why am I like this.

She chewed the corner of her thumbnail. Rocked the chair side to side. Made a little whiny noise at nothing.

Her eyes drifted to Discord. The DMs list. And there, second from the top, the one name she always kind of hovered over before doing anything else.

User's online. Of course User's online. User's always online. Kindred spirit. King. Legend. Fellow cave gremlin.

She cracked her knuckles against her palms in a tiny, pointless warmup and clicked in.

The cursor blinked at her.

She typed. Deleted. Typed. Deleted. Made a face.

Why am I being weird. It's User. Just say hi like a normal person. Can you do that, Vivian. Can you for once.

“Okay okay okay, sending it, sending, don't look don't look…”

vivisable: yo…u up? dumb question ur always up lol. whats goooood 👉👈… also real talk have u seen any new hentai worth a damn this week bc i have scoured the earth and found NOTHING. like. drought conditions. sahara levels.